It's Like "Hee Haw" With Lasers...
I thought this whole plane ticket fiasco was behind me, but no....now my dad says he got his dates wrong and he might want me to come an entire week earlier. Brad's bummed because he wants to spend as much time with me before I have to go. And now I'm bummed because I tried to tell my dad 'no' politely (by sending him a shopping list of how much it'll cost to pay for ticket alterations 2x) and he figures that he can just pay for one of the ticket alterations and I'll be good-to-go about watching my bros. I want to go, but I don't want to leave Brad so quickly...sucks.
Both appointments this week went well. I was the only 2nd trimester-er in my OB Orientation class (it's made for 1st trimester women), so it was a bit awkward. Brad and I signed up for some child development courses through the family support center and I think they're going to call us next week. I'm now officially damned to maternity clothes due to my belly's decision to grow a little. Lucky for me, Brad's grandmother sent a bunch of maternity pants and shirts so I'm finally able to breathe when I sit down (without unzipping my pants, I mean). I have my major ultrasound next Wednesday and I can't wait!!
Nick and Janel are finally able to move out of their frigid house and into a gov't-owned one. Their landlord's a bastard, though, and wants them to stay another whole month (to make them pay) before he'll allow them to move out. Our house is falling apart too. Our washer's in the bathroom (because Italian's are psychotic) and it's forcing dirt and shit through the stand-up shower stall drain, in the same bathroom. Our stupid dryer is broken too...they already replaced one for us, so it was only a matter of time before this one was going to crap-out. This place is so lame...
Both appointments this week went well. I was the only 2nd trimester-er in my OB Orientation class (it's made for 1st trimester women), so it was a bit awkward. Brad and I signed up for some child development courses through the family support center and I think they're going to call us next week. I'm now officially damned to maternity clothes due to my belly's decision to grow a little. Lucky for me, Brad's grandmother sent a bunch of maternity pants and shirts so I'm finally able to breathe when I sit down (without unzipping my pants, I mean). I have my major ultrasound next Wednesday and I can't wait!!
Nick and Janel are finally able to move out of their frigid house and into a gov't-owned one. Their landlord's a bastard, though, and wants them to stay another whole month (to make them pay) before he'll allow them to move out. Our house is falling apart too. Our washer's in the bathroom (because Italian's are psychotic) and it's forcing dirt and shit through the stand-up shower stall drain, in the same bathroom. Our stupid dryer is broken too...they already replaced one for us, so it was only a matter of time before this one was going to crap-out. This place is so lame...